Holy Fa­ther, we adore Thee,
And all hon­or to Thee give,
For the bless­ings, with­out num­ber,
Freely grant­ed while we live.
In our youth­ful days Thy mer­cy,
Like a river calm­ly flows,
And in riper years ne’er fail­ing,
As the sol­ace of our woes.

Holy Fa­ther, Thou didst love us,
E’en while wan­der­ing far from Thee,
And didst send the bless­èd Sav­ior,
For a sac­ri­fice to be.
In a man­ger low they laid Him,
’Mid the beasts with­in the stall;
Angels guard­ing the Re­deem­er,
Who sal­va­tion brought to all.

Holy Fa­ther, send Thy Spir­it
Into ev­ery wait­ing heart,
And let all re­ceive with fa­vor
What will prove the bet­ter part;
While to Thee, with tune­ful voic­es,
Sweetest prais­es we will sing,
Heav’n and earth, in one grand chor­us,
Loudest hal­le­lu­jahs ring.